Samueldpoetry was born Enunwa Chukwudinma S. a masters chess player. An author of so many poems. He has presented his 345poet poetic craft in many gatherings and occasions. He a member of Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) He authored How Love Is Treated, Eldorado of Contemporary Literature, CHRISACEDARUTH [The Long Awaited] which happens to be his latest book which the ebook is available online. I love to know you're here but if you dont like my face then frowning cant make me look better; please, take me as I am. Visit http://samuelenunwa.blogspot.com for more.

Month: July 2012

POWERA good thing to acquireShould be none but power.Please, doubt not the strenght of powerFor a great rewarderStays a pinch of powerFrom a power wielderWhile a bucket of powerWorths the world over.Before wearing your attireOf doubt, I’ll take you fartherBack to the old Oyo empireWhen lived in the empireA man called Basorun Gaa:With lots and lots of powerFrom position, wizardry and voodoo attire.Well respected and well admired,He was second in the empireTo the king of the empire.Suddenly, suddenly Basorun GaaAnd all the fruits of GaaChanged and went haywireWhen driven by strenght of powerThen fear formed a very bitterSweet on the lips of old Oyo dwellersAnd disaster lay over disasterIn the old Oyo empireWhen lived Basorun GaaAnd all the fruits of GaaWhen they needed candle in the empireHouses of dwellers, they set on fireWhen the king of the old Oyo empireRode on horses, Basorun GaaAnd all the fruits of GaaRode on the back of dwellers.Three kings of the old Oyo empireBasorun Gaa took to slaughter.All the fruits of GaaAnd Gaa in the old Oyo empireWere so over driven by power.Heads and flesh of dwellersThey joyfully place on their amala.Finally, power failed Basorun GaaHe was caught by the dwellersWho burnt and barteredHis flesh at the market squareThough, a good thing to acquireShould be none but powerBut a careless wielderCould change and go haywireLike Gaa and all the fruits of Gaa. Samuel C.Enunwa May 22, 2010

BIMBOLA AYOMITIDE WILSON

Bimbola Wilson; a radio deity, I must sayAnd many maidens and many virgin ears do prayAnd do strive to hear her everydayWhile many cynic tongues will grow tooth decayAnd commonly they say, deities marry in MayBut this pretty deity, I must sayHooked her prince in month far from MayFor married men and single eyes to pry awayAnd make the marriage grow and so I prayFor her pumpkin cheek waiting on the trayOf her smiling face always waylayWorries of the eyes and tears of the minds awayWhile her cinderella shoes and sweet sprayAnd necklace do match her decent arrayFor the palace of her face without Mary KayStays the museum with beautiful displayOf sanguinism, christianism with platonic displayOf virtues and integrity while she playsAnd talks but takes not nonsense by the waySomeday, I’ll fly away like a fairy playBut fester not thy feelings while I’m far awayFor thy happiness and internet and the valleyTo thy workplace shall symbolise me each dayReminding thee of my promises to fetish the displayOf thy face and cares and cease to frayThy mementos in my mind while I’m far awayFor while I’m far away, this poem will stayAnd this poem will stay forever while I’m far away. Samuel C. Enunwa Jul. 17, 2012